asian onyx

                                            asian onyx   


My lover's scent is sweeter than most.
If her body ceased to exist
I would praise her ghost.
Her moist kisses swallow all fear the call of her voice draws me near.
I swear to Saint Mary my heart will be true.
Eternity and a day squared by two.
Consuming me from within devouring through my skin
my asian onyx influenced this pen.
Street lights with tilted brims illuminate the graffiti on the wall.
Two hearts forge becoming one,
will prosper in the noonday sun.